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Of thoughts so far-fetched, as to be not only unexpected, but unnatural, all their books are full..

To a Lady, who wrote poesies for rings:

They, who above do various circles find,
Say, like a ring, th' equator Heaven does bind.
When Heaven shall be adorned by thee,
(Which then more Heaven than 'tis will be)
"Tis thou must write the poesy there,
For it wanteth one as yet,

Then the sun pass through't twice a year,
The sun,
which is esteemed the god of wit.

COWLEY.

The difficulties which have been raised about identity in philosophy, are by Cowley, with still more perplexity, applied to Love :

Five years ago (says story) I loved you,
For which you call me most inconstant now;
Pardon me, madam, you mistake the man;
For I am not the same that I was then ;
No flesh is now the same 'twas then in me,
And that my mind is chang'd yourself may see.
The same thoughts to retain still, and intents,
Were more inconstant far: for accidents

Must of all things most strangely inconstant prove,
If from one subject they t'another move;

My members then, the father members were
From whence these take their birth, which now are
here.

If then this body love what th' other did,
"Twere incest, which by nature is forbid.

The love of different women is, in geographical poetry, compared to travels through different

countries:

Hast thou not found each woman's breast
(The land where thou hast travelled)

Either by savages possest,

Or wild, and uninhabited?

What joy could'st take, or what repose,
In countries so unciviliz'd as those?
Lust, the scorching dog-star, here
Rages with immoderate heat;
Whilst pride, the rugged Northern bear,
In others makes the cold too great.
And where these are temperate known,
The soil's all barren sand, or rocky stone.

COWLEY.

A lover, burnt up by his affection, is compared

to Egypt:

The fate of Egypt I sustain,

And never feel the dew of rain
From clouds which in the head appear;
But all my too much moisture owe
To overflowings of the heart below.

COWLEY.

The lover supposes his lady acquainted with the ancient laws of augury and rites of sacrifice:

And yet this death of mine, I fear,
Will ominous to her appear:

When sound in every other part,
Her sacrifice is found without an heart.
For the last tempest of my death
Shall sigh out that too, with my breath.

That the chaos was harmonized, has been recited of old; but whence the different sounds arose remained for a modern to discover:

Th'ungovern'd parts no correspendence knew ;
An artless war from thwarting motions grew;
Till they to number and fixt rules were brought.
Water and air he for the Tenor chose,
Earth made the Base; the Treble, flame arose.
COWLEY.

The tears of lovers are always of great poetical account; but Donne has extended them into worlds. If the lines are not easily understood, they may be read again.

On a round ball,

A workman, that hath copies by, can lay
An Europe, Afric, and an Asia,

And quickly make that which was nothing all.
So doth each tear,

Which thee doth wear,

A globe, yea world, by that impression grow,
Till thy tears mixt with mine do overflow

This world, by waters sent from thee my heaven diss
solved so.

On reading the following lines, the reader may perhaps cry out-Confusion worse confounded

Here lies a she sun, and a he moon here,
She gives the best light to his sphere,
Or each is both, and all, and so

They unto one another nothing owe.

DONNE.

Who but Donne would have thought that a good man is a telescope?

Though God be our true glass through which we see
All, since the being of all things is he,

Yet are the trunks, which do to us derive

Things in proportion fit, by perspective
Deeds of good men; for by their living here,

Virtues, indeed remote, seem to be near.

Who would imagine it possible, that in a very

few lines so many remote ideas could be brought

together?

Since 'tis my doom, Love's undershrieve,

Why this reprieve?

Why doth my she advowson fly

Incumbency?

To sell thyself dost thou intend
By candles end,

And hold the contrast thus in doubt,
Life's taper out?

Think but how soon the market fails,
Your sex lives faster than the males;
And if to measure age's span,

The sober Julian were th' account of man,
Whilst you live by the fleet Gregorian.

CLIEVELAND.

Of enormous and disgusting hyberboles, these

may be examples:

By every wind that comes this way,

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Such and so many I'll repay

As shall themselves make winds to get to you,

In tears I'll waste these eyes,

By Love so vainly fed;

So lust of old the Deluge punished.

COWLEY.

COWLEY.

All arm'd in brass, the richest dress of war,
(A dismal glorious sight!) he shone afar.
The sun himself started with sudden fright,
To see his beams return so dismal bright.

COWLEY,

An universal consternation:

ral.

His bloody eyes he hurls round, his sharp paws
Tear up the ground; then runs he wild about,
Lashing his angry tail and roaring out.

Beasts creep into their dens, and tremble there;
Trees, though no wind is stirring, shake with fear;
Silence and horror fill the place around;

Echo itself dares scarce repeat to the sound.

COWLEY.

THEIR fictions were often violent and unnatu

Of his Mistress bathing:

The fish around her crowded, as they do

To the false light that treacherous fishers shew,
And all with as much ease might taken be,

As she at first took me :

For ne'er did light so clear
Among the waves appear,

Though every night the sun himself set there.

COWLEY.

The poetical effect of a lover's name upon glass:

My name engrav'd herein

Doth contribute my firmness to this glass;
Which, ever since that charm, hath been

As hard as that which grav'd it was.

DON NE.

THEIR Conceits were sentiments slight and

trifling.

On an inconstant woman:

He enjoys the calmy sunshine now,
And no breath stirring hears,

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